Friday, February 24, 2012

Horse Fuckers Inc.

Kevin Rudd has resigned from the position of Foreign Minister in a dummy spit so grand, we are still wiping the spittle from our eyes. Seems like there is turmoil in the Labour camp...as usual.

A Couple of years ago Kevin Rudd got chucked on his ass when the team lost faith in him, and Julia Gillard stepped up. Now it seems the kids have lost faith in Gillard, and a few might want Rudd back. Shady, under the counter dealings – and Rudd’s dramatic resignation seems to be some kind of cheeky chess move.

Now there will be a leadership vote on Monday, so we can decide who should really be Prime Minister.

And Jesus Sweaty Christ, hands up if you’re feeling a sense of Deja Fucking Vu.

What does the rest of the world think of the way we treat our leadership? Where you can chop and change Prime Minister every year and a half, like a homeless dude deciding which empty dog food can to lick?

Current odds if you want to gamble on this month's Prime Minister:

The endless loop of bullshit continues, though I must admit it’s kind of background noise to me. There is not a single Politician in Australia who has the power to do enough good, nor harm, for me to really take notice. When the more conservative pricks ban films from South Australian release it hits a little close to home. But at the end of the day, the difference between a banned film and a film you can actually watch, is a single internet download. Who gives a shit?

Now we are left with a battle between the annoying Gillard and that stroppy bully Rudd. And If Labour doesn’t get their shit together, the next major election might see this weird looking fuckwit in power:

None of those choices are very appetising. At this point, I would even settle for that lunatic Mahmoud Ahmadinejad over this lot. Especially after listening to this ballad: